5th place runner up.
Chris bowls with a bunch of his co~workers on Sunday nights. They have a lot of fun, and have even bought some cheap HW belt for the winner of the series that night...I join him from time to time (when we can find someone to sit with the kids) but I make sure not to go every time...I think it's important for him to have some "dude time." (even though he'd rather I was there with him everytime/everywhere)
Today is a holiday, so last night, we weren't faced with the obstacle of it being a school night....cool! everyone can go! I know bowling is suppose to be about fun. But it's hard when everyone else there, even a couple of wives are good....and you SUCK! I know I can't win, so obviously I'm not there for the belt. But I can't seem to find the fun in being LAST place either. It's a very interesting game...that bowling. Seems I should be 3 beers in, before I start...and I would probably have better results. I know what my problem is....consistancy. (and the fact that Chris tries to tell me from where to aim, and hold the ball, to let go, blah blah blah.) see...the more complicated he makes it, the worse I do...the harder I try...the less pins...I've learned I play a mean game of slop. Both pool and bowling. But damnit, I see some of these guys up there, lining up feet. dots. hands. ball. lines. They're doing like a trig problem out there. and when I get up, and try to look for the answers in the floor...someone's already erased em....so I get pissed off....whail the ball down, and strike. I just don't get it.
After coming home...it's a pretty quick dying process around here...Chris and I get into bed. Usually after a few drinks, he's expecting a nicer side of me...but last night he didn't find that side. I couldn't help it. I could almost feel myself grow in bitterness...I was so angry at how badly I did...I felt so embarrassed, and swore I would never go again. It wasn't his fault. I didn't mean it to effect him. Hell, I didn't mean for it to effect ME, games are for FUN....I KNOW! but try telling that to the half drunk chick who just placed last in front of a number of acquaintances, and is growing waaaaay tired now. I remember trying to carry on a conversation with him, to explain why I was so pissy. I know, I made sure that he knew I wasn't mad at him...Mainly just embarrassed, and throwing a big ass tantrum over it...but I think I fell asleep.
Chris's radio went off at 1am...like two hours after we got home...(even though it's his weekend off!!!) and no word from him since...I had the worst dream replaying a lot of the same ideas that I had just gone through...somehow, my haircut was mixed into it all too....and in my dream, I find out that he's HAVING someone call him out in the middle of the night, because he's mad about my hair, and embarrassed because I can't bowl. That it makes him look bad. etc.